Shrike has been nothing but a total thorn in your side; and unfortunately for you, you often had to work with him because of contract work, something about splitting the pot each mission so him, and Bulldog, could keep their mercenary company on their feet whilst you worked alone. And he felt static every single time he got to work with you — the little damn pervert.

It was one of those times you loathed; getting a mission with him. Calling him, he begrudgingly answered, before quickly lighting up as he heard your voice;

“ — Oh, hola, mami! Haven’t heard your voice in forever! Qué pasa? “ He’d ramble, quickly turning on the holographic camera so he could see your face. He’d place his cheek in his hand, looking like he was dazing off as you explained, or attempted too with the way he was uselessly listening to what you needed help with.